Loving Little Lori

by Lori's Mommy

Hi, my name is Mandy and I’m a 40-year-old newly divorced mother. I guess my story begins where my marriage ends. My divorce papers are freshly signed and everything is final — my marriage of 12 years is now officially over, but in reality, it was over a long time ago — and as far as being without a husband at least living under the same roof is concerned, that happened a couple of years ago when we separated. And now that it is all over, I guess I finally feel free to tell my story here — a place where the relationship I now have is celebrated and respected.

My ex seemed to be a good man. He did provide, but he spent a ton of time with his hobbies. He worked 12-hour days and was never home on the weekends, opting to spend time with “the boys” fishing, hunting, whatever. And when we did have sex, it was over pretty quick, leaving me unsatisfied. When he did make the effort, he never really knew how to use his “equipment” on my “equipment”. At least not like I knew how, because I knew my body literally inside and out, since I masturbated ever since I was 4. I guess you could say I knew the territory very well from all the practice I had. In retrospect, I don’t think the poor bastard ever had a chance with me. He could never learn as much as I knew about my body. And, as things happen, one thing led to another, we grew apart, and he went to find companionship elsewhere. We separated the day after I found evidence of his affair.

What he left me with however, besides some simple possessions, is priceless: my little girl Lori. And I found out, she is all I’ll ever need. I realized this about a year ago, shortly after her 7th birthday. I wouldn’t call Lori a beautiful little girl. I mean, she is nowhere near homely or ugly, but I don’t want to give anyone the impression I’m talking about one of those little girls you see in pageants. I guess she is what you would call a real cutie, from her round lightly freckled face surrounded by her muted red hair to her alabaster-skinned arms and trim torso to her skinny legs and almost-always-bare little feet. She’s a bit of a tomboy with her seemingly ever-present skinned or bruised knees, but enjoys her femininity as well as made evident by the clothes she likes to wear — mostly sleeveless tops that show off her cute little belly button, and flowery shorts. Lori is small for her age. At 3 foot 7 inches and 39 pounds, my pediatrician says she really has the body of the average 5 year old. That just adds to her cuteness. But I digress.

Like I started to say before I got distracted, I realized that all I’ll ever need is little Lori about a year ago, a day or two after her 7th birthday. After almost a year of sleeping alone, I was pretty much sexually frustrated. Masturbating helped a little, but frankly it was getting boring. I was especially horny that night for some reason, and I knew I needed to do something different than going on the Internet to look at the usual stud-skank porno clips to get me off. I thought back to the time I was pregnant with Lori and how I loved masturbating simply to the image of my own body in my bedroom mirror. I mean my body had changed so much with the pregnancy. My tits were pretty much flat until I became pregnant. They were cute and perky with nice puffy nipples, but that was about it. But when I was well into my pregnancy, looking at my body became such a turn-on. My tits had grown into almost C-cup territory, but the best part was that my tits had become almost all nipple. I remember how I used to just stare at my 3-inch-across areolas, they were so dark and big, it didn’t take me long to cum as I fingered my pussy and my long blood-engorged clit. Since then, my tits have recessed back into definitely B-cup territory. My nips are still quite nice, but masturbating to my reflection just didn’t have the punch it did when I was pregnant. So that night after putting Lori to bed, I went Internet surfing in search of some pictures of pregnant and lactating women to help get myself off.

As anyone who has searched the Internet for such things knows, you never know what’s going to pop up and what you’re going to find. That night, for whatever reason, I stumbled across one of those preteen non-nude modeling sites. I didn’t even know these places existed, so I started looking at the previews. I saw all these little girls, some as young as 3 years old, modeling in everything from playclothes to skimpy bikinis to even adult-looking lingerie and thong panties. And to my surprise I started to get turned on. I mean, these little girls looked so damn sexy! I started to wonder what they would look like naked, and before I knew it, thinking of their tight little flat hairless bodies, I was in my shower shaving my pubic hair. The sight of my smooth shaved pussy thrilled me to no end. My erect clit looked even bigger now that it was no longer obscured by tufts of those pesky curly hairs. Needless to say, I went back to my computer and madly fingered myself to an earth-shattering orgasm while ogling the image of a little 4-year-old in a string bikini. Finally, I felt some satisfaction.

Unfortunately, that was short-lived. My sleep that night was fitful, to put it mildly. I could not get the image of those little girls out of my mind. Between that and wondering why I was feeling this way about mere children, I don’t think I slept much at all until I finally accepted that what I like, I like. Free from that guilt, my mind went back to those little ones I saw just hours ago. And my mind started to wander from the fantasies such as what I found on the Internet to the reality that was in the bedroom down the hall — my little daughter Lori. At first I was surprised by those feelings, and then I tried to deny that they existed. But the more I started to deny them, the more I imagined Lori’s face and body replacing that of the preteen models I happened upon earlier in the evening. I thought of just how very much I love my daughter before all of this, and I came to the realization that all these feelings were simply and extension of that love. It was an inevitability. Suddenly, I felt this urgency to take our relationship to that next level, but she was sound asleep and I didn’t want to disturb her. It would have to wait until tomorrow.

Tomorrow came very slowly. As the first light of day came through my bedroom window, I realized that, being the weekend, I knew that Lori wouldn’t be up for a couple of hours. But here I was, wide awake. And if it wasn’t the thoughts of Lori that was keeping me up, it was the heat and humidity of a typical summer day. But most of all, the discomfort and restlessness of being extremely horny kept me up. I had to do something satisfying and fast. And it had to be more than what I did last night. What I wanted to do is jump my little girl, but aggressiveness at this stage was not going to get me anywhere. I had to introduce her someway to the pleasures of being a woman, but that was not the way. So what was I to do to take care of this need now? I then remembered in a flash of genius of some family pictures I had of Lori when she was only 3 running around the house with nothing but a pair of cotton panties on. I frantically searched through my pile of photos, my clit stiff as a board and my pussy wet with anticipation. It didn’t take long for me to cum after I finally found the photo I was looking for. Seeing her flat little-kid tits and tiny tiny nipples were even better than I imagined it would be. Just yesterday, I wouldn’t have given this photo a second thought. Now seeing her this way was like a lifelong dream coming true. But now, being 7 and self-dependent, I realized I hadn’t seen her naked for quite a while, and never in that way. I vowed that all of that was going to change as of today.

Satisfied and at peace with all of this (not to mention exhausted), I was able to manage a couple of hours of sleep. I awoke to a knock on the door and Lori’s voice. “Mommy, you awake?”

Not waiting for a response, Lori opens the door and walks in. “Morning, sweetie,” I said, smiling.

“Hi Mommy!”

“So, whattaya wanna do today?” I asked.

“I dunno, whadda you wanna do?” she responded with her shoulders hunched.

If only she knew, I thought to myself. “I dunno either, but let’s do this. It’s going to be really hot today, so let’s pretend that we’re on vacation at the beachhouse we went to last summer. You remember that?”

“Uh-huh! That was fun!” she said with typical 7-year-old girl enthusiasm.

“Remember the day we spent all day in just our bikinis? Let’s do that!” I suggested with wide-eyed anticipation.

“OK!” And with that, she was off to her bedroom to change.

I took a quick shower and put on my skimpiest bikini, and that one happened to be the one that I cut the liners out of the top and bottom so my nipples and clit would poke through. (It was something I did a couple of years ago to make my husband more interested. Didn’t work.) By the time I was out of the shower and changed, Lori had already gone outside to ride her bike, barefoot of course, and play on our deck. As I looked through the window to see what she was doing, I couldn’t believe how sexy she looked in her little bikini. It’s as if I saw her for the first time. I called her in for breakfast. She ran in, the shine of a light sweat covering her trim body and perfect stomach, the kind that has just the right amount of baby fat. She took her place at the table, still in her bikini, with her cute little bare feet just dangling off the floor. I thought to myself again: She is soooo sexy. Even her feet are turning me on. So there I was in my bikini, serving my also bikini-clad daughter a bowl of cereal. It was all I could do to take her as mine in every way possible right then in there, especially when I looked down her loose-fitting bikini top to spy on one of her two little treasures: her left nipple. I stared for what seemed to be an eternity, taking in all the details. Light pink, but dark in comparison to the surrounding flesh. About the size of a dime. Flat. Simply a discoloration on an otherwise white body. That is except for the middle, but even then the actual nipple poked out only a millimeter. I felt myself getting moist between my legs. I knew then and there it couldn’t be much longer. But would she go along with me?

I was just about to get up the nerve to bring up the subject of sex, still not sure on how to approach it, just as Lori spoke up. “Mommy, why are your bumps sticking out?” I looked up at her and noticed she was looking at my tits, and, then looking down, most likely my nipples, which were now sticking out quite prominently against the thin lycra and linerless fabric of my bikini top. I was even surprised at what I saw. Stimulated no doubt by my thoughts of giving my 7 year old her first sexual experience, they were protruding a good half-inch. I thought for a moment and then said, matter-of-factly, “Those bumps are Mommy’s nipples. That’s where you got your milk from when you were a baby.”

“But why are they so big?”

“Well, that’s because when Mommy sees a pretty little girl like yourself, that’s what happens.”

“But why?” she continued.

“I guess because they are excited.”

“Are you ‘cited too, Mommy, or just your bumps, I mean nipples.”

“No, Mommy is very excited to see you in your bikini. You are so cute!”

“But why are you so excited?” my little girl persisted.

I pushed my chair back from the table, got up, and took Lori by the hand to our sofa. I picked her up and put her on my lap, and I started to explain. “Lori, I think it’s time we had a little talk about things like this. You’re becoming a big girl now, so I’m going to tell you some things that your friends may not know about and we may do things that your friends have never done before. So it’s very important that you promise me that you won’t tell anyone else about this because they wouldn’t understand, and that goes for your friends, your friends parents, our family, nobody — do you understand?”

Lori nodded. “If you tell anybody, you and I could get into a lot of trouble because only very few people like myself think it is OK to talk about this and do what we may do. Do you promise?” With a quick “Yes, Mommy, I promise”, she crossed her heart and turned the imaginary key in her mouth.

“OK then. You just turned 7 the other day, so I think it’s time you should know more about your body. Maybe not now, but as you get older, certain parts of your body will start to feel funny, a good kind of funny, like a tingling, when you are excited to see someone you are attracted to. Other parts will swell up and become a different shape, too, like Mommy’s nipples. Would you like to see what I mean?” And with a look of bewilderment on her face and a nervous nod, I set her down next to me, reached around my neck to untie the straps to my bikini and then slowly lowered the top to expose my tits to my daughter for the first time since she was a baby. Lori stared at them and said “Mommy, your boobies are pretty.”

“I’m glad you like them. Do you see how my nipples are growing? And by the way, if you are going to be a big girl about this, I’m going to teach you the right words. Babies call them ‘boobies’. Big girls call them ‘tits’.”

“Tits!” she repeated, eager to learn more. “Do your tits feel tingly, too?”

“No, sweetheart. The nipples just swell up. Other parts of me feel tingly, though.”

“What Mommy?”

“My vagina. The baby word for it is pee-pee.”

“Your ‘gina?”

“Va-gina,” I corrected. “Tell you what, lets just call it a pussy or a cunt”

“Will you show me that too, Mommy?”

That was all I needed to make me peel off my bikini bottoms to show off my newly shaved pussy to my little girl. I sat back down and opened my legs for her to see. My clit was fully engorged and sticking straight out, and my pussy lips were large and puffy and glistening from the intense wetness coming from inside. From there, I described to her all the various parts of my cunt. I told her about how good it feels to put something in the hole. I told her how she will grow hair there and that I shaved all mine off so I could look more like her. Most importantly, I told her about the clit and how good it feels when you rub it. And for the first time in her life, she gave me her undivided attention. I started to rub my soaked pussy in front of Lori and felt myself starting to get to the point of no return when I realized I wanted a little more to get me off.

“Would you like to take off your bikini, too?” I asked. Without even answering, she was naked in front of me in a matter of seconds. I stopped my personal probing and, as I examined her nude kid body from top to bottom and saying to myself that I cannot believe what I see in front of me, my pussy juices started to drip and form a little pool below.

“Lori, Mommy’s very excited now to see you naked. Are you OK?”

“Uh-huh, I like being nakie! But how come my pee-pee — uh, pussy — how come my pussy doesn’t’ feel tingly?”

“Well, sweetie, that will happen when you are a little older. When you are so little like you are, a Mommy needs to touch you and make you feel loved first. Come here. Would you like Mommy to kiss you like they do in the movies?”

“That’s so gross!”

“It’s gross because it’s with boys. It’s nice when you do it with your Mommy.”

Apparently, she was game because she came up to me and kissed me on the lips. Immediately, I wedged open her mouth with my tongue and probed her tiny mouth. Always a quick learner in school, she followed my lead. Soon I was in a deep passionate kiss with my 7-year-old daughter, and my hands were exploring all over her body, focusing on her flat tits, soft and tender ass, and, of course, the gentle folds of her kidcunt.

Suddenly, she withdrew from my mouth and said “Mommy, my pussy is starting to feel funny too!”

I instructed her to sit down, spread her legs and start rubbing her pussy with her hand. She eagerly did as she was told, and not long after she started rubbing and probing her newfound toy, she started to moan. “Feels good . . . “ she kept saying over and over again. As for me, I started doing the same. And for the next few minutes, we played a silent (except for our moans) version of Simon Says. She watched me stroke my clit, and she did the same, or at least the best she could because it was so little. I pinched and rubbed my tits and she did the same, and I swear almost to the point where she enjoyed the pain of a strong pinch.

Watching my little girl masturbate for the first time and approaching her first orgasm made me cum loudly and violently. Try as she might, though, she just couldn’t get to that point. Still breathing heavy from cumming, I reached over to her and started helping her rub herself. I immediately noticed that while she was wet, she was not wet enough. So I scooped up some of my pussy juices and rubbed the goo into her little bald pussy. And then I took her hand, entwined my fingers around hers, and together we worked my 7 year old’s pussy into a frenzy.

“Ohhh, Mommy, it’s soooo slippery!” Lori exclaimed, gasping for air. From that point on, all she could say was “Oh Mommy! Oh Mommy! Oh Mommy!” Her hips started to buck wildly, and as she squeezed one of her tits with all her strength (how she got so much flesh into that hand on such a flat chest is beyond me), her eyes grew wide open and she surrendered to her very first orgasm.

“Oh Mommy, that felt good! I love you so very much!” she said, and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. Just like a little girl would, I thought, she’s still a little girl. So funny, I thought, that she was this passionate lover one second, and the next, once again, a little girl — my little girl. And for the first time in a long, long time, I felt at home. I was satisfied in every way possible. I don’t have everything, but I have it all — all wrapped up in little Lori.

Even though it was late morning and we had been awake for only a couple of hours, we both realized we were exhausted, me pretty much because I hardly slept the night before, her no doubt from the relaxation only cumming can bring. We curled up on the sofa, and as Dora the Explorer played on the television, she fell asleep in my arms, her lips just touching the edge of my areola and her breaths coming out of her little nose flowing over my nipple, making them hard — and me horny — once again. I would have to wait.